A Secret message to one person here

It is the head of the peanut gallery.

What about this seed pod?

This thread is to long. I do not want to go back and look.

You do know this thread is not talking to you?

Fuck off.

But tell me your question,

 

what is the biggest seed pod you have ever seen?

 

When you do you and your friends have a place in the jungle to stay as long as you want.

 

Hell that is a hard question.

Off the top of my head I think think the biggest pod would be the Ice cream plant. (common name). But that can't be right.

But it is late at night and I honestly do not know how many bowls I smoked tonight.

But then depending on how you define pod. It is probably something else.

my photo page is

http://picasaweb.google.com/teamgatos

Seed pods are photographed by me big time.

I will have to think when I am not stoned (ya right)

You will have to remind me after I get some sleep.

 

I am pleased to announce that the legal paperwork has been signed by the person who this message was for.

It is all up to him now.

He understands the terms and conditions and the confidentiality agreement.

I hope his cell phone content company does well.

Some closing thoughts.

This thread is nothing new. There are people on RT that I have offered trips around the world and others I have offered to help, weather it be paying for their education to setting them up in business.

Offing these things has always been my choice. I am the one that offers.

I realize my whole life has been a series of incredible adventures that have ironic twists throughout them.

I also realize that some of you think I am bullshitting. That's cool.

But if you look at my posts and my photo web page everything I say can be verified by dates and photos. (Except for some personal and illegal experiences.)

But here is the kicker. If I can rise from the streets of Dallas and become a multi millionaire...So the fuck can you.

I am sorry some of you took my post personally. I have an edgy sarcasm and I do play on words.

So yes I could understand if you think I was trying to sell some multi level marketing scam.

Rest assured I have all the money I will ever need.

All I ask from you is your tolerance and understanding.

The second real purpose of this thread. (Aside from the one person the message was for) was to tell as many of you as I could to Fuck off.

Fuck off is words on your screen people. Nothing anyone thinks or posts about you matters. What other people think of you is none of your business.

That being said, I like everyone who posted here. Even if they think I am a tool.

So this thread is over...unless some more of you want to be told to fuck off.

With Love

U.A.:cheers2:

 

Doubt it, unless I went to Dallas and became a street bum first, and I'm not about to do that. If you know of any other ways to make me a multi millionaire, or at least a multi thousandaire, then do let me know.

Now fuck off.

 

cant you feel the love?

 

Find your joy. Something that you would like to do all day long. Then figure out how to convert it to cash.

Why thank you. I love being told to Fuck off.

Fuck off to you.

 

'Hmmmmmmmmm...........'

'Security ... what does this word mean in relation to life as we know it today? For the most part, it means safety and freedom from worry. It is said to be the end that all men strive for; but is security a utopian goal or is it another word for rut?
Let us visualize the secure man; and by this term, I mean a man who has settled for financial and personal security for his goal in life. In general, he is a man who has pushed ambition and initiative aside and settled down, so to speak, in a boring, but safe and comfortable rut for the rest of his life. His future is but an extension of his present, and he accepts it as such with a complacent shrug of his shoulders. His ideas and ideals are those of society in general and he is accepted as a respectable, but average and prosaic man. But is he a man? has he any self-respect or pride in himself? How could he, when he has risked nothing and gained nothing? What does he think when he sees his youthful dreams of adventure, accomplishment, travel and romance buried under the cloak of conformity? How does he feel when he realizes that he has barely tasted the meal of life; when he sees the prison he has made for himself in pursuit of the almighty dollar? If he thinks this is all well and good, fine, but think of the tragedy of a man who has sacrificed his freedom on the altar of security, and wishes he could turn back the hands of time. A man is to be pitied who lacked the courage to accept the challenge of freedom and depart from the cushion of security and see life as it is instead of living it second-hand. Life has by-passed this man and he has watched from a secure place, afraid to seek anything better What has he done except to sit and wait for the tomorrow which never comes?
Turn back the pages of history and see the men who have shaped the destiny of the world. Security was never theirs, but they lived rather than existed. Where would the world be if all men had sought security and not taken risks or gambled with their lives on the chance that, if they won, life would be different and richer? It is from the bystanders (who are in the vast majority) that we receive the propaganda that life is not worth living, that life is drudgery, that the ambitions of youth must he laid aside for a life which is but a painful wait for death. These are the ones who squeeze what excitement they can from life out of the imaginations and experiences of others through books and movies. These are the insignificant and forgotten men who preach conformity because it is all they know. These are the men who dream at night of what could have been, but who wake at dawn to take their places at the now-familiar rut and to merely exist through another day. For them, the romance of life is long dead and they are forced to go through the years on a treadmill, cursing their existence, yet afraid to die because of the unknown which faces them after death. They lacked the only true courage: the kind which enables men to face the unknown regardless of the consequences.
As an afterthought, it seems hardly proper to write of life without once mentioning happiness; so we shall let the reader answer this question for himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?!'

 

I owe you a PM.

I think I am ready to talk about what happened in Guatemala.

You are one of the few people I am not going to tell to fuck off.

Smoke up.:sifone:

 

My joy is getting stoned on a beach, or in the mountains, drinking beer, listening to music, being in warmer clematises.

All of these activities, whilst joy they bring, cost me swathes of money, not 't other way about lad!

Fuck off ye silly beggar...:cheers2:

 

My life, liberty and persuit for hapiness is not so easily converted into something I could make money out of in any modern society.

 

I was just threatened with a lawsuit by a former business partner last weekend. So maybe one day my life will be as exciting as UA's. :biggrin:

 

This is my final post on this thread.

Mods please lock this thread if you feel it is going on and on with no purpose. That is your call.

My job is done. I have planted seeds ...only time will tell if the seeds germinate.

My dear friends:

Regardless of what you think or have been told anyone can find their thing.

That purpose that will wake you up in the morning without an alarm clock.

It is living your joy what ever it is and getting paid for it.

I can't tell you what your joy is or how to convert it to cash. That is your job, not mine.

I walk my path in life alone. You walk your path however you see fit.

Can I ask you to want more?

Yes.

Am I emotionally involved in weather you succeed or fail.

No.

I am to busy smoking weed, running around the jungle and hoping on planes to go somewhere. Why would I care about your life?

But I know you all have a bliss within you to express. It is your key to happiness

Whatever your path- follow it with honor.

Fuck off! every damn one of you!

:cheers2:

 

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THIS is the last post in this thread.


..until the next

 

This thread should go out with a bang. So here is some mammoth tits.

 

ewwwww.

 

that's nasty.

 

You could crush walnuts in them.

 

they'd probably pop.